Chapter 4 I will kill all of you

The Sylvers thought... finally... maybe the Mayor would fix this. Maybe he would put that man, Cassian, back in his place.

But when the Mayor stepped into the hall, everyone froze. Quiet. Calm. Steady. He cleared his throat.

"I'm here today to give Mr. Cassian Vale the Certificate of Valor-for his bravery... and everything he's done for S. City."

The room went silent. Just for a second... then whispers, gasps, murmurs exploded.

One cousin blinked. Stupid look on his face.

"Wait... what? Did I hear that right? An award? For him?"

Another scoffed, voice shaking like they were scared.

"An award? Him? Are you serious?"

Scot Sylver, the oldest cousin, jumped up, face red, veins popping.

"Mr. Mayor! W-with all due respect-this must be a mistake! Cassian... he's... he's not... stable! How could he... do something brave? Um... um..."

The Mayor's eyes narrowed. Cold. Sharp. Didn't move.

"Are you saying I have bad judgment, Mr. Sylver? Or that our officers are dumb? That we can't see bravery when it's right in front of us?"

Trump Julan stepped forward, bowing a little, face forced polite.

"No, Mayor... we didn't mean... we just-"

Before he could finish, Julan Sylver, the patriarch, slammed his big hand on the table. BOOM! His voice shook the walls.

"If you can't talk properly, shut up! Fool-get out of my sight!"

Trump's face went dark. He stepped back. Pride crushed.

Julan turned to the Mayor, forcing a fake polite smile.

"Please, Mr. Mayor, have a seat. At least... let us offer tea."

The Mayor waved him off. No nonsense.

"No need. I'll just give the award and leave."

He nodded at his men.

"Bring it forward."

The Sylvers stared. Mouths open. Faces twisted. Their perfect little world... crumbling.

The man they mocked, laughed at, humiliated... the man they thought was crazy... was about to be honored.

Two officers came forward, holding a certificate and a red banner with gold letters. The Mayor gave a small smile, shook Cassian's hand, and handed him the award.

Swish.

In perfect unison, the Mayor and the officers saluted.

Cassian saluted back. Calm on the outside. Inside... he knew his aide had set all this up quietly.

The Sylvers froze. Mouths hanging open. Their smug, cocky faces melted into confusion.

"What... what's going on?" one whispered. "Could this... lunatic... actually be... heroic?"

The Mayor ignored them. Calm. Steady.

"Mr. Cassian," he said, voice smooth, "would you like a ride home? I happen to be going that way myself."

Marla screamed across the hall.

"He can't! He hit me! He has to pay! Arrest him!"

The Mayor's face darkened. Cold.

"Mr. Sylver... seems your family manners have improved since my last visit," he said.

Julan's face went red. He spun toward Marla, furious.

"Shut your mouth, girl! Haven't you embarrassed us enough?"

He forced a stiff, fake smile and turned back to the Mayor.

"Please, don't mind her rudeness. I will personally escort you."

The Mayor snorted. Didn't even care. Turned calmly to Cassian.

"Please."

Cassian nodded. Calm. Collected.

The Sylvers could only stand there, shocked. Mouths open. Eyes wide. Fury burned in their chests, but not one dared say a word. Humiliation had finished them.

Minutes passed. Footsteps faded. Guests left quietly, whispers chasing them out the doors.

Marla lay on the hospital bed in S. City Central. Bandages on her temple. Face tight with fury. Painkillers made the hurt dull, but the shame? Still sharp. She ground her teeth until her jaw ached.

Across from her, Gideon Sylver, her father's oldest son, slick in a sharp suit, all calm menace.

"You're smart, Gideon," Marla hissed. "You gotta do something. They can't get away with this. Ardenne... that lunatic... they have to be ruined. Our family's honor can't crack."

Gideon licked his lips slow, like a predator smelling blood.

"Of course," he said soft, polite, deadly. "Ardenne still works at the company. Plenty of ways to make trouble for her."

Marla's eyes flashed bright, vicious.

"Fire her," she snapped. "And let her whole family feel it. Call them. Now."

Gideon shook his head, smirked. "No. Too obvious. Too blunt. Let the vultures peck each other first. Let them fight over the 'madman' son-in-law. They'll tear themselves apart. When they're spent, we swoop in. Take the pieces."

Marla blinked. Then a cruel grin spread across her face.

"Perfect. Let them eat each other alive. Well done."

She grabbed the phone. Dialed. The line clicked, a fawning voice answered.

"Mrs. Sylver? It's late... everything alright?"

Violet's voice dripped with scorn.

"How dare you ask if you care?" she snapped. "Your granddaughter caused trouble-pushed my child, spat in our face. By the way, congratulations. Your 'mentally ill' son-in-law crawled back. He takes care of you now. You have nothing left in the Sylver family."

A startled cry came through the line. Someone tried to soothe, explain, plead.

"Madam, please-calm down... tell me what-"

Marla cut him off, sharp as a whip.

"An apology won't do. I want them to kneel. By ten tomorrow morning, Ardenne and her whole family will kneel at the company gates. Beg for forgiveness. Fail? They're done. No job. No home. Nowhere. Understand?"

The voice stammered, promising to obey.

Marla hung up. Spat. Muttered.

"Pathetic lot. Humiliate them. Make them bow every day. That's the price for defiance."

She paused. Fingers brushing her jaw. Her voice softened... almost tender.

"And... be gentle. Find me the best dentist in the city. I want this jaw fixed right."

The mayor's convoy dropped them at the edge of the southern district.

This wasn't shiny S. City streets. Narrow lanes, cracked pavement, walls streaked with grime. Rusted balconies sagged over alleys. The air smelled thick-diesel, rot, wet trash. Cheap, broken, forgotten. People learned to survive here when the world gave nothing.

Sandra led Cassian down a bumpy alley. Shoulders stiff, but steady. Cassian followed, coat scraping rusted railings. Heart heavy. Every step careful. He had expected hardship. Not like this.

Fifteen minutes later, they stopped at a tiny public park, overgrown and wild. Ardenne dug in her bag, pulled a small key, slid it into an iron door hidden behind the public toilets.

The door groaned open. A smell hit them.

Inside was one tiny room, no bigger than ten square meters. A lifetime of surviving crammed inside. Narrow bunk bed. Cardboard box as table. Glass jar of water. A couple battered toothbrushes. Blankets folded neat on the lower bunk. Clutter everywhere. Someone cared.

A gust rattled the door. Damp. Cold. Tired.

But Ardenne and Emma moved like it was palace halls.

Cassian's throat tightened. Vision blurred.

The truth hit harder than any blade. Sylver had wealth, marble, pride. Ardenne and Emma? They'd been living here. A cupboard of a room. Behind public toilets. While the Sylver feasted.

Blood rose hot in Cassian's mouth. He coughed violently, choking on iron and pain, spitting blood onto the floor.

"Daddy-"

Emma's small voice trembled. Swollen lips, wide fearful eyes, hope tangled with fear. She slid close to Sandra, clinging. Whispered,

"He's... he's my daddy, right? He's really my daddy?"

Cassian's chest tightened like a vice. He knelt, shaking, reaching for her. Voice breaking.

"Yes... Emma... it's me. I'm your daddy. Always."

Ardenne's eyes met his. No words. Just a trembling nod. Exhausted. Broken. But alive.

Cassian's tears didn't stop. Hot, ugly streaks running down his face. Years of holding in everything poured out now. Real men, the kind who fought wars, didn't cry over comfort. They cried over the wounds life carved deep inside.

Then-bam! A voice. Sharp, nasty, full of hate, cutting through the tiny, damp room like a knife.

"Lunatic! You come back here? Haven't we suffered enough because of you?"

From the yard outside, a man charged. Stocky. Red face. Gripping a wooden plank like he wanted to bash the world. Paid by someone? Poisoned by the Sylver? Doesn't matter.

He swung the plank high. Eyes wild.

Bang!

The wood slammed into the doorframe. Crack. Dust fell. Plaster chipped. Emma screamed, shrieking, clinging to Ardenne.

Cassian wiped his face. His muscles coiled like steel.

The man tried to push the door. Cassian didn't think. He moved faster than a normal person could.

One step. One motion. His fist shot out. Hit the man so hard he stumbled. The plank flew from his hands.

"Back," Cassian growled. Voice low, cold, dangerous. "One step closer... and you'll wish you never existed."

Bang!